How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Weeee! Nonsense! Fake Post!

Barack, furiously rewriting my novel and bouncing around on too many dinners out (but now actually able to do chin-ups at the gym, I know, right?)!

This is a good week. Now if only I could revise the 40 pieces of writing that just arrived on my desk. Anyone know a new word for garlicky? Hmmmm? Yes, indeed I have a noble profession.

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Barely the definition of an adult, I'm trying to navigate through the city, the scenesters, the lackies, the lonely, and wondering if
I'll ever fit in.
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